Don Alph. Then you know that she's contracted—
Spado. To your friend Don Fernando de Zelva, who is now on his journey to the castle, and, to the destruction of your hopes, weds the lady on his arrival.
Don Alph. True, while I am pent up in this cursed cavern; but how you got my story, I——
Spado. No matter! I could let you out of this cursed cavern.
Don Alph. And will you?
Spado. Ah, our trap-door above requires a golden key.
Don Alph. Your comrades have not left me a piastre.
Spado. Will you give me an order on your father's bank for fifty pieces, and I'll let you out?
Don Alph. You shall have it.
Spado. A bargain. I'll secure your escape.